Xeno X Eponine RP

<sub><b>[ Xeno || White-Earth || Bog of Moving Rocks ]</b><blockquote>Warm sun light broke through the dense canopy as a sleek, black form frolicked forth through the green terrain. Xeno's neck seemed like rubber as she swished her head around to face all the directions at once as best as she could. Today, she had woken up at a rather reasonable hour- or what was deemed reasonable to her; close to sunhigh- with enough energy to willing pull herself from her nest of comfy moss and grass, and thrust herself into her scholarly activities. Xeno had skipped over her breakfast, hunger diminished by her inspiration to explore the still brand-new world that Nandryx's territories had to offer, and Earth Tribe's land was first up on the list to learn about. After all, it was her new home.

The she-cat's flashing eye scanned over everything in motion, down to even the smallest trail of ants marching by. She was just along the edge of the Bog of Moving Rocks, though still well into the safe bosom of Earth Tribe's territorial boundaries. Xeno wasn't sure what she wanted to look for or what she would find, but the swamp that seemed enshrouded by mysterious sounded like a fine plan to the young she-cat. The apprentice lurked close to its exterior, examining the softening land and deviation in the type of terrain offered by the space. She had heard very, <i>very</i> few tales about the swamp- just snippets from conversations here and there, but nothing of substantial value. It made the cat think such a queer place had yet to be explored. And if such as the case, Xeno would take it upon herself to scour the bog. Surely it would be a shining badge to mount on her pride if she could claim such a feat, though logic dictated otherwise- such a place must've been explored prior to adding it to Earth Tribe's claim of land. However, her brain was overrun by her sense of adventure, and the she-cat was not about the pass by the opportunity for potential excitement.</blockquote></sub>

<sub><b>[ Eponine || White/Green-Fire || Bog of Moving Rocks ]</b><blockquote>Green eyes blazed with concentration as a small gray tabby activated her tattoo. White and Green flames swirled from her right eye up and to the back of her head, illuminating her face in a brilliant light. Her eyes focused on something far ahead, trying to make it so she didn't get distracted by something nearby. <i>Come onnnnn.....</i> she growled in the back of her mind, her lips contorting in an agitated snarl. Her legs trembled with effort as she continued to attempt to use her powers, and her teeth had clenched together in effort. Why was it so difficult to summon her guardian? Surely the creature should just pop out of nowhere and greet her? She had been wondering about the power for a while, and when she had become an adolescent, she found that the skill was unlocked. She hadn't really been able to practice it until now, having found some private time to herself. She didn't want Miles or Hazel here to see her if she failed to summon her guardian.

There it was! Suddenly a small green and white creature burst forth, glowing the colors of her tattoo! She had done it! Pride coursed through the soldier apprentice as she regarded the creature, eager to figure out just what the Fire Spirit had chosen for her. It looked like.... a fish?! Had the Spirits given her a damn fish to be her guardian?! That was outrageous! She was so much better than a dumb fish! A fish couldn't do anything cool! It propelled itself towards her, its tail moving side to side, and she cast it a resentful glance. But then... it opened its mouth to reveal... Teeth! This wasn't some dumb fish that her brother and sister in Water-Tribe caught! This was a toothed fish! She recalled that her mother had once told her about these creatures, that lived off the coast of Air-Tribe in the ocean. She'd been to the ocean once as a kit, but she'd never seen one of these before. Her eyes widened as she remembered this animal's name, a wicked grin on her maw. <i>Her guardian was a shark.</i></blockquote></sub>

<sub><b>[ Xeno || White-Earth || Bog of Moving Rocks ]</b><blockquote>Xeno crept throughout the boggy earth, her paws occasionally sinking into a moist patch of land that really could hardly be considered such. It was really more like dirty water topped with damp grass. Her tail twitched with the faintest sense of disgust as she pulled through to slightly firmer land. She would have to groom herself later before all the mud caked itself into her fur.

Her emerald eye glowed deviously as she felt her anticipation rise with every step she took closer to the thick of the mysterious bog, though her large ears pricked and her nostrils flared open. The scent of what she remembered was Fire Tribe flooded her senses, and although alarmed, the young cat was pleased to note that it as one that was somewhat familiar. She snuck closer in the direction of the sense on tender paws through the dense and twisted undergrowth, not caring how dirty her charcoal-colored pelt would get at this point. Her eye pinned itself to the sleek form of varied grey hues and the queer creature Xeno could easily say she had never seen.

A massive creature with a weird, squirming body wiggled its way through the air with limbs that appeared to be cutting through the sky. Xeno flinched and her hackles raised. It appeared to be a fish of sorts- or so she assumed. The black cat herself had not ever eaten fish, and wondered if perhaps they all looked as fearless and dangerous as the mystical being just ahead of her. If such was the case, Xeno was sure she never wanted to eat fish as long as she lived.

Raising her head to watch as the she-cat whose appearance she remembered- Eponine of Fire Tribe and daughter to Xeno's own tribe leader- the black cat watched the older she-cat use what looked like the powers of her half-hued tattoo to allow the giant fish movement and Xeno was completely dumbfounded. She had seen cats here and there use their powers, but nothing could compare to this. Was this a trick of Fire Tribe's use alone? Was Eponine perhaps bending the heat in the air to produce a mirage of sorts? But the air was not hot. Or, hotter than usual. The muggy humidity of the bog was a little uncomfortable, but not to the point of dehydration. So, as Xeno watched on in hiding, it seemed the search for the Bog of Moving Rocks' secrets were put on hold.</blockquote></sub>

<b>[White/Green-Fire| Eponine| BoMR]</b>

As time drew on the small gray tabby's energy began to dwindle, although it felt like barely any time had passed. In truth, not much time had really passed. The Guardian skill was one that Eponine had only recently been able to use, and this was her first time actually conjuring said guardian. She had tried a few times before, but to no avail. It was only right that upon successfully using her power for the first time that she would be tired.

She watched the shark, still pretty small, swim around her body in an almost protective manner. <I>I wonder if it has a name,</I> she thought curiously. As if that thought had triggered it, a name suddenly appeared in her mind. It wasn't the name of one of her family members or few friends; it was a new name that had no real connection to her. Only it actually did have a connection to her. It was the name of her guardian. <I>Rusalka.</I>

With that last thought, whatever small amount of concentration Eponine had been clinging to faded, as did Rusalka. For a moment Eponine sat there in perfect stillness, too tired to really do much more than just breathe and stare out ahead of her. She had quite liked Rusalka. Hell, she would go as far as to say that she was proud of her guardian. It was nice to have something as fierce as she was. She wasn't like Janek with his silly bat!

It was in that moment that she picked up on the feeling that she was being watched. Her neck fur prickled with suspicion, and even though she would never admit it, a bit of fear. Although, surely no Earth-Triber would bother to hurt her? Most cats probably knew that she was the daughter of the Silver-Earth, even if she didn't really resemble him. Taking a deep breath, she straightened herself out and attempted to look poised. <b>"Whoever is back there,"</b> she called, keeping her voice as devoid of agitation as she could, <b>"I know you're there. So you better not try anything funny or I'll rip your face to shreds!"</b>

<b>[Xeno || White-Earth || BoMR]</b>

With a wry chuckle mixed half with amusement and half unease. <b>"Thanks, but I think my face has gotten enough shredding and I'd rather not have any more!"</b> Xeno pulled herself from out of the shadows, shaking free the leaves and sticks clinging to herself by lashing her tail. Her eye remained pinned on Eponine, glittering in awe like a kit's.

Without thinking, she hurried over to the grey tabby eagerly and added excitedly,<b>"What was that!? It was both horrifying and amazing- like a mountain! Was it a fish?"</b> Xeno's curiosity urged her forth when she would otherwise be wary, however, the fact that this was surely her leader's daughter made her feel as if the stranger wasn't even from a tribe other than Xeno's own.

Snapping out of her stupor, she quickly dipped her head and chirped,<b>"Oh- sorry!! My name's Egg!! I'm bad for sneaking up on you. I was on my way somewhere else."</b> Her large ears then flattened and cheeks warmed in embarrassment. <b>I didn't mean to break you concentration."</b>